Literally, kinda. On my way to Houston, I joined a convoy that was all going 85-90 (shhh...don't tell my mom). So the trip there didn't take very long. I had a lot of fun, and realized something about myself. I don't think that I like to get familiar with things, get too confortable. I was happier sleeping on Brandi's fouton, and getting up at
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